Tang Yan's soul power was extraordinarily strong.
Although Zhu Jingkong was displaying exceptional combat strength, Tang Yan sensed that his body had already reached the point where the oil was spent and the lamp was dying.
His heart jolted. Tang Yan suddenly realized that Zhu Jingkong had never intended to return alive!
He meant to perish together with these people, silencing them and easing the Spirit Shaman Clan's troubles as much as possible!
As the Spirit Shaman Clan's leader, Zhu Jingkong was both worthy and great.
But in his current condition, he probably could not hold out long enough to take them down with him.
Concealing his presence as much as possible, Tang Yan slipped toward the battle like a ghost.
The Spirit Shaman Clan's cloning technique gave Wei Jianqing an immense headache.
Even if he wanted to protect Medicine Valley's King Rank martial artists as they fled, he could not fend off two Zhu Jingkongs at once!
Besides, Zhu Jingkong had killed so many people from Medicine Valley. If they let him leave now, he could kill even more once he recovered.
Only killing Zhu Jingkong could soothe the hatred in his heart!
Without hesitation, Wei Jianqing swung his saber again with all his strength.
Zhu Jingkong's figure was once again cleaved in two, then dissipated in midair.
Bang, bang, bang!
Three more King Rank martial artists suddenly bled from all seven orifices, their auras fading completely as they fell from the sky.
Wild and unrestrained, Zhu Jingkong conjured another clone and taunted, "Wei Jianqing, I can only summon one puppet at a time. Killing you lot is such a bother. Why not end yourselves and save us all some time?"
Wei Jianqing narrowed his eyes. At last, he spotted a clue and said coldly, "End your damned